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buckys-metal-arm · 2 days
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A Work of Art
Bucky x Artist!GN!Reader
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Description: when Bucky is feeling Self-conscious about his scars, you decide to do something that shows him how you see his body
Warnings: fluff with a little hint of angst, self conscious!Bucky, established relationship, Soft!Bucky, not beta'd, rushed writing
A/N: this is a quick one, the idea came to me while waiting for a doctor's appointment and needed to write it down. I love the idea, I'm not sure how I feel about the writing of it, but I hope you enjoy!
((18+ only below the cut please and thank you!!)) 
It starts late at night, when you're getting ready to lay down with your boyfriend
Bucky settled down beside you, and you went to wrap your arms around him, hugging him from behind and pressing a kiss to his cheek 
You went to slip your hand under his shirt to rub his stomach, something you know he loves, but Bucky flinches away from you. 
“What's wrong, Sweetheart?” You asked gently, “are you alright?”
He shrugged, rolling over so that he was facing you
“Jus’ having a rough time with…everything,” he murmured, “with the scars.”
You nodded, not wanting to push him 
Bucky got like this sometimes. When he was deep in his own head and his depression got the best of him, he'd suddenly become hyper-aware of the scars on his skin, of the permanent reminders of the abuse that he had endured. 
When he got like this he would shy away from everyone's touch, even yours, convinced that no one could truly accept and love him as he was
“Bucky…” you whispered, cupping his face, “Sweetheart…” 
“You don't have to act like you like them,” he cut you off, “they're disgusting. I know that. You don't have to lie to me, Doll. I know.” 
“It's not lying, Buck,” you brushed your thumb over his cheekbone, stroking the scar that ran there, “I mean it. Your scars show how brave you are. They're a part of you. And I love you. Every part of you.”
He'd hummed, eventually letting you hold him and rub his back, but you could tell he still didn't believe it. 
It broke your heart, not knowing how to make him see that you thought he was perfect. 
The idea came to you while you were working on commissions one day, a few months out from yours and Bucky’s anniversary 
You were working on your commissions and listening to a crafting podcast, when the idea hit you for his anniversary present.
 If he wasn't going to believe you when you told him he was beautiful, then maybe you could show him
 You didn't need a reference photo, you knew his body so well you could do it from memory
It was difficult to find time to work on it between commissions and having to quickly hide it away when Bucky came home, but you manage to get it done a few days before the big day
In no small part because Bucky was out on a week long mission and wasn't home so you had time to work on it 
Cut to the big night, it's after Bucky cooked you a very nice dinner
You were seated on the couch, admiring the way his dog tags looked around your neck (his present to you), waiting for him to finish the dishes
He'd shooed you off when you tried to help him because “it's your night Doll, you're not lifting a finger” 
You'd tried to argue that it was both of your anniversary, but he'd insisted
 When he finally sat down you pushed the wrapped present into his hands, smiling widely
 “Go on, open it!” You exclaimed. 
He chuckled at your excitement, his eyes widening when he saw your gift It was one of your embroidery projects, mounted on wood and framed by the hoop.
 On it is his body from the waist up, front and back, carefully recreated
 Each of his scars satin stitched on with gold thread and expert precision.
 It reminded him of the art exhibition you and him had attended when you'd first started dating, showing pottery that had been repaired with flakes of gold. his metal arm was lovingly recreated with perfect accuracy down to each of the golden veins that run through it
 Underneath it, carefully cross-stitched in Navy blue are the words “EVERY INCH OF YOU IS A WORK OF ART”
 Bucky stared at the piece with wide eyes, his jaw slack. 
His silence was making you nervous. 
Did you overstep a boundary? Did he think that you were putting his insecurities on blast? 
You placed a hand on his leg when you saw his eyes filling with tears, stroking your thumb along it
“Oh, Bucky,” you cooed, “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad, I just wanted you to see yourself how I see you–”
 He enveloped you in a bone-crushing hug, pulling you to his chest. 
You were shocked, to say the least, but wrapped your arms around him, hugging back and running a hand through his hair
He held you tight for a moment more before pulling back
 “I-I’m not… you didn't make me feel bad,” you reached up to thumb the tears that had fallen down his cheek, “these are good tears. I… I love it, Doll. It's beautiful.”
 “I'm glad you think it's beautiful.  I wanted you to get a glimpse into how I see you,” you pressed your lips against his, “you’re beautiful, Bucky.”
He pulled you into a deep kiss, gentle and full of love
One gesture like this wasn't enough to destroy the demons in his mind, he knew that.
 But now, running his fingers along the  stitches, your loving, careful, incredible recreation of his body? 
Maybe he can start to see himself the way you do. 
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peacocks-pantomime · 2 days
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In an empty theatre, teardrops echo like the sound of applause.
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All I do is lay down a bet~ It’s out of my control if my opponent decides to lay down their life, isn’t it?
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After the chaos, not much was left of Sigonia-IV, yet there were two malnourished children-- Kakavasha and his Big Sis, nearly perishing from the elements on the ruined planet.
One day, there was finally salvation in the form of a light-- a light, and a beautiful woman dressed in elegant clothing peering down at them under a wide-brimmed hat.
She told them that they would be safe, that they could trust her-- and what other option did they have? She looked so different, and seemed so kind compared to the others that have mistreated them... Big Sis had been willing to give her a chance.
And so, Kakavasha was whisked away to another world, offered clean clothes and a room of his own. He fell asleep immediately, curling up on the soft carpet of the floor.
When he awoke, his Big Sis wasn't there. But they said she would be. They told him she would be. So he wanders through the strange building against his better judgement.
It wasn't long before he heard muffled words coming from the ajar door of a bright room. He snuck over to peek into the room and he saw people dressed in simplistic black clothing, taking notes on some sort of devices and huddled around a bed.
And on the bed lay the body of his dead sister. But those people would never acknowledge her as such; to them she was only an experiment. One of the last Sigonians of the Avgin race, a miraculous discovery. And they weren't going to tell him. They were going to hide it from him.
Blinded by the emotions swirling around inside of him, Kakavasha threw himself through the doorway, grabbing the first sharp tool in sight, and ended the lives of all the professionals in that wretched room one by one.
He'd cried the whole time. He couldn't identify the emotion the tears stemmed from-- whether from sadness at the loss of his sister, or from the rage burning bright-- but as the boy stood there, he dropped his weapon, wrapping his arms around himself in horror...
He didn't feel guilty for what he'd done.
That sort of control-- the ability to watch the life of another mortal slip away between his fingers and know that he was the cause...
It was empowering.
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Notes from the moderator:
~ Mod also runs the @aventurine-official rp account, so the format is her own and is not plagiarized :)
~ Art (2nd top picture and pfp) and concept credit goes to @darlix747! Their original post is here
~ This Aventurine exists in the same universe as @the-truth-of-nothingness
A famous musical artist and actor, known for masking his true self.
Roams around Penacony but travels the cosmos to perform
Is quite sadistic and will bet others on their life-- resulting in their death, because he never loses.
Longs to destroy the IPC as vengeance for the lies and betrayal from which his sister suffered
The glistening teardrop hanging around his neck allows him to mesmerize others with a glance, if he so wishes-- the glow of his eyes is interconnected
(I might add more details later, or link a headcanon post!)
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alitherandom · 2 days
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Bad Batch is almost over so I'm going to ramble. If anyone can relate, please reply or reblog. Share what this show has meant to you, share your thoughts, share theories, tag people. Let's give it a send off.
Star Wars has been a massive part of my life for years.
I loved everything about the Clone Wars, the world building, the character development for the jedi, but most of all the clones. As someone who finds it hard to read faces, it was fun getting to know each of the clones as individuals with their own personalities and I actually never had any issues telling them apart. It hits hard, I think that's what makes their stories even more tragic.
Echo and Fives are my favourite Star Wars characters so I was really happy when Echo came back in Clone Wars season 7. That was why I decided to watch the Bad Batch- it then became my favourite series.
I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do when this show ends. I think the hardest part is not knowing what the galaxy has in store for the batch and where it could go from here. Whatever happens I’ll always be grateful for the experiences I've had as part of this community over the last few years.
I think that's what's great about being part of a fandom. Seeing all the different ideas and projects that get put out there every day as well as knowing everyone else is in just as much suspense as I am. I haven't interacted on here that much until the last few months, but I check the tags a lot and all the fanart has been immaculate. The writers and artists are crazy talented and work so hard, I admire the level of dedication and aspire to be like that. 😂
I'm also really grateful for the three seasons we got with Clone Force 99.
Seeing Echo go from a shiny in the Clone Wars to becoming who he is now. (I could talk about that for ages, but I'll save that for another post.)
Seeing Crosshair regain his trust in the batch and get to change.
Seeing Hunter step up for his brothers and Omega.
Seeing more sides to Wrecker's strength.
Seeing Omega go from that kid who'd never seen dirt before to learning from her brothers and proving how brave she is.
And lastly, seeing Tech make the choice he did back in season 2. It wasn't easy to watch, because he deserved more time and there was definitely a massive hole in season 3 without him.
I'm not ready to say goodbye to any of them.
My favourite episodes in season 1 were the last few, when Kamino fell. It was the end of an era as well as a new beginning.
My favourite episode in season 2 was episode 8. I was really proud of Echo, plus he got a hug from Omega which I have admittedly rewatched far too many times.
My favourite episodes in season 3 were episodes 13 and 14. The stakes have been so high and it's been great seeing Echo's ARC skills in action again. (Plus the dialogue with Rampart was top tier. Hate that guy, but it was hilarious.)
I'm well aware of all the theories for the finale. I'm choosing to ignore most of them, but I’d like to present my own.
I hope Echo gets to finish what Fives started and the clones can finally be free, including Tech if he's CX2. I hope the batch gets to burn Tantiss to the ground and fly off into the sunset with Omega and the kids from the vault, and then I hope they continue a lifetime of bullying Rampart. I also hope Emerie gets to whack Hemlock with a steel chair, and then the Zillo beast can eat him.
…After all, Star Wars is based on hope, right?
If anyone actually ended up reading this to the end you're a real one- have a great final Bad Batch eve, and may the force be with you.
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cupofjeon · 12 hours
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Promise of Tomorrow (Preview)
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↳ Summary: With a myriad of responsibilities he had to take on at the young age of twenty, Jeon Jungkook never really had time for anything besides juggling several part time jobs to provide the wants and needs of his younger sister. Trivial things such as relationships and love were never his priority until he met you, the clerk at the hardware store, and instantly, he was smitten. But as your bond grows deeper and your feelings for one another have become more intense, you draw a line in which the both of you can never cross—for your tomorrows are already promised to another man.
↳ Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Jungkook x Clerk!Fem!Reader (feat. CEO!Yoongi)
↳ Genre: Angst | ↳ Type of fic: Oneshot
↳ Disclaimer: The story below the cut is fictitious only. It does not depict Jungkook or any of the other idols mentioned and featured in this story in real life. The author does not condone this type of behavior. Minors do not interact with this story. Ageless blogs will be blocked on the presumption that you are underaged. This story is based on the short story “Tong” by F. Sionil Jose with a few tweaks here and there. Background photo is not mine. All credits goes to this person.
↳ Warnings: None for the teaser. All warnings to be posted once the full fic is published. Generally, 18+ for mature themes such as smut, depiction of violence, and age gap relationships.
↳ Teaser Word Count: 822 | ↳ Release Date: May 2024
↳ Taglist: @jjk174 + Open (To be added, you must have age in your bio or anywhere in your blog that is easily seen. Otherwise, you will not be tagged and will be blocked.) Please comment below or send author an ask off anon.
━━ “In a perfect world, I’d kill to love you the loudest.”
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Jeon Jungkook was not prepared for you. 
It began during one of the rotational brownouts happening in his neighborhood. With the staggering heat of the summer, the government had implemented rotational brownouts to keep the levels of electricity on normal. Hence, when the lights flickered in the ancestral house he inherited after his parents’ death, Jungkook didn’t think much of it. Then, when he looked outside, he saw that the other houses still had their lights on so he immediately concluded that there was something wrong. 
His hypothesis was proven to be correct when he hardly switched off the main switch before the line on the ceiling spluttered followed by instant darkness. Quickly putting on his boots, Jungkook drove on his motorcycle towards the electrical supply he passed by on the way to work. When he entered Jin’s Electrical Supply, the attraction was almost instant. 
In his thirty years of living, Jungkook had his fair share of meeting beautiful women. However, your beauty was something else. It was quiet—not the type that stood out among the crowd. But in the same breath, it was alluring that once you spotted it in the crowd, it was all you could think about. He still remembered what you wore on that hot April early evening—a white collared polo shirt, washed jeans, and white sneakers. 
He had been too stunned to speak that you had to ask him if he needed water due to the heat. It was only then that he collected himself and told you about his predicament. 
“You did the right thing by turning off the main switch,” you said in a professional tone that matched your serious expression. Jungkook found it extremely adorable. “You will need rubberized tape and a few fuses. I’ll go get them for you.” 
While you went to grab the items he needed, Jungkook placed his helmet on top of the glass countertop and decided to make a bit of conversation. He just felt an unfamiliar urge to know something about you—perhaps your name, but Jungkook didn’t want to come off as a creep. So, he settled with a safer question. 
“How long have you been working here?” 
You were coming down from the mini ladder after grabbing a box of fuse when you answered him. “I’ve been working here since I was twelve. Well, I guess the proper term at that age would be helping around. The owner is my uncle.” 
“Do you work here full time or do you have other jobs?” Jungkook asked as you opened the box and took a few fuses out. 
“I work here full time, sir,” you replied. Jungkook was caught off guard by your calling him “sir.” You seemed to be amused by his reaction and you followed it up with another remark that made him feel not-so-great. “I also attend the women’s university whenever I’m not working here.” 
Fuck, he thought to himself. He was a thirty-year-old man and here he was trying to get to know a college student. Probably the same age as his sister. 
“I see. That’s great,” Jungkook answered with an awkward laugh. 
You seemed to enjoy making him flustered, cheeks reddening with every second that passed by. “Do you know how to fix your problem, sir?” 
Jungkook didn’t know if he knew anything at that moment. He felt hot, not just from the heat but also from embarrassment. “I, uh, I, um, not really, no?” 
In hindsight, Jungkook did know how to fix his fuse. He learned many moons ago. 
“It’s rather simple. You just clean the wires, tape them individually, and make sure they never touch or meet, otherwise it will explode,” you explained, back to your professional tone. 
This made him calm down a little bit, able to pull a witty remark. “No touch, no fireworks. Got it.” 
You smiled, a genuine one this time, at his choice of metaphor. After writing him a receipt and telling him how much he owed, you handed him the piece of paper and paper bag. 
“Good luck with your electrical issue. If there’s anything you need, please stop by the store again,” you told him. 
Jungkook was about to thank you when an older gentleman with streaks of silver in his otherwise black hair came out of the backroom. He had told you to get ready to which you replied with a formal yes, addressing him as uncle as you bowed respectfully at him. In an instant, your rather light and even playful disposition were replaced with rigidness. 
“Thank you for your business, sir,” you said to him before following your uncle into the backroom. You didn’t look back. 
Jungkook left the store shortly afterwards. As he mounted his motorcycle, he looked at the receipt in his hand. He found it odd that your business still wrote receipts, but he didn’t mind one bit because on the signee, he learned your name. 
Kim Y/N.
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━━ “I can never promise you tomorrow.” END
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kas-e · 12 hours
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Since I'm on the road in Spain right now and not editing, I'll post the rare inspiration shots that I liked enough to save on my phone.
Please tag the artists if you know them.
This is why us photographers always need to watermark our work.
I'll be back to posting my stuff real soon, I've got loads from this trip which has been fucking epic so far. See you soon! 🫡
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captainpissofff · 8 months
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We are Assassins.
Created by the amazingly talented: @doubleleaf
Who was so good that Assassin's Creed assigned him to do the design!
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blueberrythefrog · 1 month
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Got inspired from another user turning him into that one frog that stares at you. (Don't know who you are, but thank you for your service), so here, have autism kinitopet creature Alt Without the Text:
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breakbeatbun · 9 months
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y'all have gotta learn to act normal about other people's characters
just bc you think they're hot doesn't mean the person who made them wants to know if, or how, you'd fuck them. i feel like that's common sense. it doesn't make it OK now just because it's not a real person you're sexualizing. you don't know what they mean to the person who made them, and if you do, well what the fuck, then.
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boinky-spoinky · 1 month
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🍥 Took me a while but it was worth it 🍥
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l0ganberry · 1 month
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@violeta-2098 Here you go.
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The one on the left is him without legs.
And the one on the right is with him having legs.
I thought it would be fun to do both since I believe both would be different.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 months
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Would you mind if I drew this art in my style? (This is so beautiful, btw, it broke my heart!)
Permission is *always* granted to people wanting to do redraws! I am so touched you liked it enough!
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geosaurus · 9 months
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Get Your Life Together AU
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emdotcom · 3 months
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I love seeing dope art for fandom I'm not in. It's like I'm a guest star or bg actor showing up to a show's set to find they have 20 different layers to multiple inside jokes, & while i don't fully get it, I can enjoy & be happy anyways bc all the people arpund me are happy.
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myrentry · 4 days
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oops I forgot to post these
★ F2U + editable banners
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toasteaa · 2 months
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So...baby is getting ship art again -
🎨 by _loregn on ig
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moviesstoriesandbooks · 10 months
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To people who don't know what happened :
Basically another chat got leaked between what seems to be Build and someone else , where he's seen asking for money multiple times , and cursing people who exposed his old problematic tweets on twitter , being homophobic (as a joke 🙁) and other things among many.
As any sane person would think , i also had doubts about the authenticity of the texts and all , but then everyone basically unfollowed him on Instagram and build also tweeted an apology.
Apology confirms that those are genuine right??
He genuinely badmouthed his costars who were there working their asses off for a show that got cancelled once and had to begin production again.
Like , he does not seem like a good coworker , all things considered. And he's so much trouble to the company as a whole , which has pretty ungrateful fans following it's artists.
(idk some tweets just make me go , it's a tough industry . They're atleast still getting work from a show that's been done airing for a year and with no hope of season 2 . They can't create work , but they're still doing very well for a smallass company)
I initially read his fans' responses which were along the lines of "if your texts with your bestie leaks then will you be safe?"
And although that's a very .... Erm ... creative way to view things , I don't think that's barely enough here.
He was badmouthing basically apo , jeff and barcode, and nodt and mile(?) I'm unclear on the details. I get that you may be angry at your coworkers , there may be squabbles but that's not what this was about?? Jeffbarcode were accused of being boc's favourites (??????) and had more pictures taken than everyone else(??????????????) They had like 15 mins of screentime. What is this man on about?
I just straight up don't trust this man anymore.
I don't care about his story. He's so much trouble than he's worth and every day there's something up with him.
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